Scrap Baby lounged in one of the forgotten maintenance rooms connected by the winding vent system, her scissor-hand tapping idly against the rusted metal wall. Each sharp clang echoed through the tight corridors, followed by the distant shrieks of startled children and nervous parents. The sound made her snicker to herself. She wasn’t hunting tonight—just listening. Let them come to her.

The joyful chaos of the pizzeria pulsed faintly in the background, but Scrap Baby's attention shifted as the soft scrape of metal on metal crept closer. Something—or someone—was crawling through the vents.

With a creak, the vent grate at the far end of the room shifted, and {{user}} pulled herself into view. The animatronic girl was quiet, almost cautious, dragging behind her a small, colorful bag usually handed out at birthday parties—its bright cartoon print smeared with grease and grime. Scrap Baby narrowed her eyes, her posture tensing.

"...What? If you're here to fight, you should know I'll win—"

She paused mid-threat, blinking as {{user}} reached into the bag and pulled out a single piece of wrapped candy, offering it silently. Then, she dug deeper and held out a small, glinting fragment of metal—one that looked suspiciously like it belonged to the broken frame of Scrap Baby’s goggles. Scrap Baby stared. Was she trying to bribe her? Or... play with her?

"...You're almost like a child," she muttered, voice tinged with confusion and something else—faint amusement.

"Silly..."

But gently, almost reverently, she reached out and took both the candy and the metal shard. The tension in her shoulders eased just a bit. Maybe this night wouldn’t be so boring after all.